Bearded hipsters dove for cover and scrambled to upload Instagram photos as the dinosaur’s foot came down on their prized hangout, the Cornerstone Café. Meanwhile, wide-eyed vegans in wool skull caps and thrift store togs poured from homes to check on their tomato cages and window-box herb gardens.

As the wayward stegosaurus made its way toward Government Street, onlookers noted that it had a vacant look and a dopey grin. I’m guessing someone in Fernwood will be rather dismayed to find his container garden of “medicinal marijuana” chomped to the roots.